WALKERS OF THE NIGHT

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Soon you’ll join us.

Walkers of the night.

Seekers of the dark.

Stand straight.

Claim what is yours.

Before the morning light.

THE DEAD GAME

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A LOVE PECK?

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I walk quickly this night

from who lurks out of sight.

The wind gives a whistle and a sigh

as strands of my hair begin to fly.

The moon hides its face.

I pick up my pace.

Shadows surround me.

Footsteps behind me.

Hands around my neck.

Is that a love peck?

He is taking my blood.

I die in a red flood.

THE DEAD GAME

WALK IN SHADOW

WALK IN SHADOW
He walks in shadow.
Blending with the night.
Stalking his victims.
Lighter than air.
One with the mist.
Never seen.
Never caught.
Leaving death behind.
Come out in the light.
I know you can’t.
I know what you are.
Creature of the...

 

WALK IN SHADOW

He walks in shadow.

Blending with the night.

Stalking his victims.

Lighter than air.

Floating in the mist.

Never seen.

Never caught.

Leaving death behind.

Come out to the light.

I know you can’t.

I know what you are.

Creature of the night.

Come to me.

Your time on earth will soon end.

Come out of the shadows.

And face me.

All will know what you are.

The leader of The Dead.

Your time is at an end.

THE DEAD GAME

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WALK IN SHADOW

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Row of Trees (1915) by Jan Mankes (Dutch, 1889—1920).

 

WALK IN SHADOW

Who waits in the dark?

Stalking its victims.

Blending with the night.

Walking in shadow.

Lighter than air.

One with the mist.

Never seen.

Never caught.

Leaving death behind.

Traces of evil.

Evil wrought on the town.

Who are you?

Come out in the light.

I know you can’t.

I know what you are.

Creature of the night.

Come to me.

And your time on earth will end.

For I protect the town.

I protect the innocent.

Come out of the shadow.

And face me.

All will know who you are.

The leader of The Dead.

Your time is at end.

THE DEAD GAME

 

RED SKY

 

 

The waves rise in anger.

The sky burns bright red.

Birds flee from their perches.

Animals run for hiding.

The tides bring in death.

Dark creatures from its depths.

They converge on Oasis.

A town too innocent of it all.

Night comes on horseless chariots.

An invasion from the beach.

Dark shadows roam the quiet streets.

Grabbing tourists for their deadly games.

All evidence gone in the morning

Of their deadly rampage through town.

THE DEAD GAME

EXCERPT FROM THE DEAD GAME

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     The streets of the village were empty of cars or people. Fallen autumn leaves swirled in mounds around the deserted sidewalks. All was quiet except for the soulful moaning of the trade winds coming off the ocean.

     The two cars pulled up in front of the diner.

     “I hope nothing has happened to them,” Shana said as she climbed out of Sam’s car.

     “What could possibly have happened to them? All the years our town was under attack, they’ve been living peacefully. It was almost if they were immune to all the chaos happening around them,” Mike said.

     Shana said, “We should begin at the diner. The last time we visited, most of the town was gathered there: eating and gossiping.”

     They entered the diner with Shana in the lead. The diner was packed with people to overflowing. There weren’t enough seats for everyone, so most people were standing in the aisles. They weren’t noticed as they quietly stood behind the crowd of people at the front door.

     All the villagers were looking at the same thing: at the door behind the diner’s long counter. The door was open, and Shana could see a colorful and noisy carnival on the other side. She knew that there couldn’t be a carnival outside the diner; however, the scene looked so real that she could even see a Ferris wheel turning. Then a little girl from the diner walked through the doorway to become part of the scene; she ran to the clown who handed her a large red balloon.

     Shana’s surprised gasp caused the villagers to turn around and stare at her. She knew that she’d been spotted, so she just smiled.

     Rose walked over to welcome her and her friends to their village. ”I know that this looks strange, but it is totally harmless. This is how we’ve dealt with the tragic events that have occurred around us.”

     “Is the scene outside real or a figment of our imagination?” Shana asked in wonder.

     “It’s both. First, a person imagines a peaceful scene. Once he opens the door, he walks into the fantasy world of his own choosing. Whoever walks through that door with him or her will experience that same adventure.”

     “How could that happen? Are you witches, or supernatural beings?” Shana asked.

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